My angel, my lover, my savior
I only eat because you will leave if I don't. I hate the way my body looks now, and would lose all the weight again if you'd only let me. I feel like I can't find myself if I can't see all my bones. I wish that you would understand this and love my looks even when I am so thin, instead of being afraid of "breaking me." I am mad at you for making me "well" again, physically, even though we both know that the voice that stops me from eating still screams in my mind. But deep down, there's a part of me that's thankful for you saving me. If I'd kept losing, I might have been dead by now. Thank you, my darling angel.